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Subject Post 1PostSubject: First Response...Hopefully[Mikomi]   Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:44 am





It had been two days since Giriko had...sort of...successfully completed his first mission and saved the plus in question. He had destroyed the threatening hollow, saved the girl, etc etc he was a hero and all that fun stuff. Except, reality was a far different beast than that petty heroic delusion and the reality was, he lost three shinigami on his first assignment as a squad leader. Once he had gotten back and gave his report, while he was congratulated for his accomplishments, the rest of his squad admonished his inability to keep his own team alive. Giriko was effectively shunned, cast out, a pariah in the only home he had truly had in a long time. The boy was better equipped to handle it than most, he was used to being disliked and cast out, his life as a street urchin had prepared him for enduring looks of ever lasting disdain. While it stung, he was more than prepared for that kind of hatred. There was one more thing he had that kept him out of recurring despair. He still had a mission to complete. The woman, the plus he had saved, had given him something, something that had not left his side since it came in to his possession. Perhaps he had been able to tolerate being ostracized simply because he had rarely been in the compound, but every day involved Giriko scouring the streets of Rukongai looking for the soul that he had saved. Forty-eight hours later and his search had not yielded any results.

Time had elapsed too far however and he could no longer ignore his duties to Soul Society and the Gotei Thirteen. Confusingly however, he had been given a task that his squad normally would not handle. It was one of the more sparsely populated sections of Rukongai that Seireitei had gotten the report from. Far on the outskirts and with a small population but recently, bodies have been popping up dead. When Giriko was given the task to investigate, there was a small, quiet annoyance he felt nagging at the back of his mind. He knew he had a job to do and he was going to do it, but every night since he had returned there had...disquiet in his mind. Every night, he couldn't quite call it a dream, it was more of an urge that visited him in his sleep. Perhaps it was stress from letting the girl down, he didn't know, he wasn't one for the spiritual and mystical sides of this world. He just knew that every night, something was prodding at his brain, irritably reminding him that he had no kept his promise. The thought had returned to him as he sped toward the location of the murders, guilt driving him rather insane while he went. He wanted to go find Mikomi, not just because of the nagging not-quite-exactly-but-sorta-kinda-maybe dreams, but because he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her while he was awake as well. Maybe it was because he felt obligated, maybe it was because she was attractive and Giriko had been experiencing puberty for what effectively was the past thirty years, but Mikomi had rarely, if ever, left his mind.

Before he knew it, Giriko's feet gently touched down in the sparsely populated segment of Rukongai which, given the recent murders, was even less active than it normally was. It was an odd place for a serial killer, most of them preferred to function in higher populated areas. The body had been cordoned off and a couple of the provincial officials were surrounding it, looking at the gruesome scene. They nodded at Giriko when he arrived, apprehensive at first given his rather diminutive size but the presence of a Shinigami was inspiring to say the least and traumatizing to say the most, so despite their reservations they quickly stepped aside as he stepped toward the body. Giriko gently knelt down next to the body, examining the remains with a rather stoic expression, the sword he was carrying for Mikomi feeling uncomfortable at his side. The body was...well...desecrated. There was no indication of a weapon being used, despite the numerous gashes that littered the disfigured corpse. No, they weren't clean enough cuts for a blade, these were made by something less precise and finely tuned. If Giriko was on Earth, he'd assume it was an animal attack, but they didn't have those in Soul Society. The two officials confirmed that the other bodies were similarly desecrated when he turned his gaze to them before he sent them away, to keep the people in their homes.

Giriko dragged himself to his feet as the two officers finished keeping the people in their homes and out of sight. This wasn't an action done by a sane, rational individual. This was primal, animalistic, angry. Whatever this killer was, he wasn't the type who was going to be able to refrain from attacking him if he was the only target available. He'd smoke the killer out that way and hopefully the body count would only increase by one more as a result of this person's actions.



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: First Response...Hopefully[Mikomi]   Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:02 pm


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A thud resonated through the clearing as the body was dropped rather unceremoniously on to the ground. Giriko's head turned slowly toward the bodies that he had already felt seeing the mangled corpse on the ground and feeling a quick sigh of rage fill up inside him. Whatever was doing this had killed one of his Shinigami. This bastard had just killed a Shinigami, that was not something that Giriko was going to stand for. Unless something dramatically changed, Giriko was going to kill this affront to society and drag its vapid corpse back to Seireitei. Giriko slowly reached down and drew his Zanpakutō, a look of stilled ferocity raised up toward her, fury and rage in his eyes as he finally recognized who his suspect was.

Mikomi was standing above him, blood staining every part of her that he could see. He could tell it was Mikomi, she hadn't been out of his thoughts and he hadn't exactly SKIMMED his observation of her in any way, shape, or form whatsoever. The girl was the same one he had konso'd not too long ago. The facial expression however, that one, was so very different. The Mikomi he knew was calm, giggly, and somewhat quiet and severe. This one...looked crazed, manic, devastated and from the noises her stomach was making, very hungry. Giriko, not someone who was especially good at hiding his emotions, couldn't help but have his eyes widen at the scene. This was the girl that he was casually thinking about flirting with earlier? The serial killer? His grip around Ikarutori tightened, a mix of pain and fury streaking through his eyes as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do about this. A single word escaped her, a word he could only guess at the meaning of but thankfully, he didn't need to think of the answer himself. At his side, a pressure was felt, as if the sword he had been carrying was trying to claw its way towards Mikomi. Giriko pulled out the blade, fleetingly glancing down at it as it tugged and pulled at him to return it to its owner.

Giriko was torn, on one hand this was his friend and one who, before her present condition, was one he was fairly attracted to. On the other, she had just left a startling body count, one of which being his own. Giriko couldn't let her live and couldn't bring himself to kill her either. So, he'd take the coward's way out. He couldn't make the decision for her life, he couldn't, it was way above his pay grade and he was supposed to catch her alive if possible anyway. Giriko's eyes glared up a the woman before his arm sprung back, his fingers wrapped around the girl's sword before the blade was catapulted forward, hurtling through the air toward the girl. In the brief moment before she would catch the blade, Giriko would seemingly "blip" out of view and appear next to her as the blade would touch land in her hand. A solemn, yet stoic look on his face as he delivered a harrowing elbow toward the girl's chin. Not enough force to cause any permanent damage, but with enough strength that a clean hit where he was aiming would render the girl unconscious, at least until he could drag her back to Seireitei.



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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: First Response...Hopefully[Mikomi]   Thu Jun 20, 2013 10:31 am


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He...missed? The stream of concussive force sailed harmlessly in to the air as Mikomi thrashed aside the blade and pedaled backward. He didn't want to miss. Giriko's head drooped to the ground he was standing on, unable to meet her gaze as he aimlessly stared down, tired, upset, distraught. He couldn't find a single word that adequately captured how he felt right now. If she had just gotten hit, if she had just taken the strike, if she had just been rendered unconscious. If he had just taken her back to Seireitei. If she just hadn't resisted...he could have taken her back, they could have survived, he could have gotten her healthy, he could have saved her. She was now resisting arrest, she was fighting against the authority...she had just killed so many people. No, it was too later for that. Giriko had to kill her, he had to. It was his job, it was his duty, he needed to, he needed to. A tear streamed down the boy's cheek, the mere thought making him visibly upset. It couldn't be helped, he was going to have to kill his friend.

"You...killed them."

It wouldn't matter how used to fighting against stronger opponents she was. Regardless of how prepared she was, regardless of how smart she was, regardless of how well she dealt with people stronger than he, she simply wasn't fast enough to react to what Giriko was about to do. The boy bent down, his knee gently touching the ground as he picked up the sword that had been unceremoniously knocked out of the air and on to the earth. He was going to fulfill his promise. Slowly picking himself up to his feet, knowing Mikomi was still suspiciously watching him, knowing she was still waiting to react, Giriko decided that he wasn't going to care what she was doing. He was going to run right through her, he was going to crush her, he was going to completely, and utterly, obliterate any form of defense she had. His knees still bent as his center turned to face her, Giriko steeled himself for a maneuver that would ultimately be painful for both of them.

"You killed them!"

Without warning, two streams of concussive force exploded out of his down and backwardly angled fists. As the streams crashed in to the ground, they inevitably flung Giriko forward, the boy streaking like a bullet through the air and straight in to Mikomi's chest. As he would be making impact, Giriko's hands would fling forward, his free hand reaching out to grab the Zanpakutō she was already wielding as his other hand sought to force the sword he was holding in to hers, his fingers inevitably wrapping around her's on both hands as Giriko would be forced to awkwardly tackle her up, lifting their bodies up through the air and over the roof, the pair of them careening through the air in an awkward embrace before crashing in to a wooded area outside of the streets of Rukongai, Giriko landing rather haphazardly on top of her. The boy quickly let go of the girl's katana and reached back to his tanto, quickly retrieving it from it sheath as he raised his body, weapon by his ear as he glared down at her with a look mixed with rage and grief.

"YOU KILLED THEM!"

The knife came down, aimed straight for her nose, aiming to punch through her skull. But, he couldn't do it. A heavy thump echoed through the area as the small blade crashed in to the dirt beside her head. Giriko's hand slid off, leaving his Zanpakutō buried in the ground as his body hunched over, physically and mentally exhausted as his head hung low before resting on her chest, tears(manly ones of course) streaming down his face and moistening her shirt, the boy unable to cope with the decision he made.

"You killed them...you killed them..."



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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: First Response...Hopefully[Mikomi]   Thu Jun 20, 2013 1:12 pm


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Giriko's very very very very masculine tears didn't seem to be stopping any time soon as he tried to repress his innate urge to start punching things in a blind rage. That was typically how the boy dealt with stress, he hit things, he vented his anger, he broke things. He was an emotional creature and the emotion that most frequently manifested itself was anger. It wasn't like it was difficult to generate anger right now either, he was furious. He was furious that he didn't find her sooner, he was furious that he didn't succeed in saving her from apparently herself, he was furious that he had a trail of corpses to clean up because of her. He was furious that he was furious. Giriko, while emotional, didn't form attachments like this, he simply didn't. It wasn't who he was. He was loud, violent, and he stamped his little feet when conflict arose. Anger didn't help him here, anger wouldn't save her. He felt something change below him though, the girl's body was tense before, heightened, alert...ferocious. Now it was different, now it felt like the Mikomi he remembered, the soft, caring, compassionate Mikomi, not the wild animal.

Noticing that was all it took for the remainder of Giriko's guard to vanish. As her arms wrapped around him, the boy's body sunk in to her's, his tear drenched face burying in to her shoulder as she held him. It was the first time in awhile that he actually felt comfortable, despite everything happening around him. He listened quietly, his lips trembling gently against her shoulder as he tried to process the information through the emotional maelstrom that was currently tearing him up inside. He was a naturally suspicious person, he didn't know if he believed her and it seemed like a convenient excuse to say that she had only killed those who deserved it, but he wanted to believe it and so for now, he accepted her story, burrowing his face deeper in to her neck as his arms wrapped around her's in turn. He was missing her before this happened, now that he had her back, now that he didn't have to kill her, he wasn't sure how to handle the new found emotions. He didn't know if he even could handle them. He held her there for a good while, he didn't want to let go, but they had things to do, well, more specifically he had things he had to make her do. Ignoring whatever double entendres one wanted to draw from that statement, Giriko slowly pushed himself up off the ground to look down at her eyes, both of their apparently moist with tears. Giriko slowly reached forward, brushing one of the tears out of her eyes and simultaneously feeling somewhat guilty for drenching her shoulder.

"I need to take you back to Seireitei...they'll want a report on...everything."


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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: First Response...Hopefully[Mikomi]   Thu Jun 20, 2013 3:46 pm


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Giriko did not understand what she meant, not completely. He didn't understand the price she had to pay, he didn't know what she meant by atoning, but he did know that he never wanted to let her go, not that he had her again. When he felt her lessen her grip on him as she spoke, the nod and the slight giggle caught Giriko slightly off guard. He wasn't sure what it was that awoke him to this face, but he was being reminded of how terribly vulnerable he was letting himself be with this woman and as soon as he was given the chance he, admittedly rather reluctantly, rolled off her, almost defiantly righting himself in to an upright and solitary position. He definitely wasn't going to let anyone know that he actually enjoyed that, no sir. Her joke, as always, was in completely horrible taste but as Giriko looked down to survey his clothes, he realized it was relatively accurate. The blood that had coated her body before had stuck to him and gave him a rather painful appreciation for what a giant's menstruation cycle must look like.

As she brought up her atonement, Giriko was not sure how to react. He wasn't in a position of power, he wasn't the one who could absolve her of her sins. There was not much he could do to help her atone, at least not that he knew of. Perhaps he didn't understand her or perhaps she really only cared about his opinion, he didn't know. Giriko turned his head back down to her as she finished speaking, a quizzical look on his face. It only remained there for a moment however, not because his query was answered, but because it wouldn't do much good asking about it right now. She was right, they were a mess and he couldn't show back up in Seireitei like this. The boy reached down and grabbed hold of her hand, linking his fingers with hers when he was sure no body was looking, and gently tugged her to her feet and led her off. One of the perks of being able to feel the wind meant he could feel the temperature. Wind blowing over bodies of water did not have the same temperature as wind blown constantly over land, he could feel the direction the river was coming from. He didn't bother explaining that to her, he was too busy leading her along by the hand to explain. Not because he necessarily thought she didn't need to know, simply because he got wrapped up in his objective. It was a recurring problem for him. It did not take them long to find the body of running water, Giriko stopping at the edge of the small and rather shallow stream.

"Hope...this works for you."



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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: First Response...Hopefully[Mikomi]   Thu Jun 20, 2013 7:17 pm


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